'Ain't That America

Folks,

I never really want this place to be a written account of my daily happenings but I must share an experience I had today.

I have been in and out of action this week (the RNC, that is) due the the incredible amount of Strand Union participation in the Anti-Republican battles. As a manager, I pick up the slack where needed (This a good cause. I'm so proud of those guys). I was startled to learn my image was shown on several news broadcasts the evening prior (especially since it was coincidence that I was near some heavy activity). Regardless, I took my break and headed to the square. For lunch hour, Union Square was so quiet it almost hurt and spread across the stairs were combat boots and name cards for fallen troops in the current war against Iraq. It was a moment that dries the saliva in the mouth and forces your hand to the head. For reasons that I will explain later, the tears begain to flow. I grabbed my lunch and found an empty space behind a statue to get my shit together.

I couldn't make myself calm down and it freaked me out that I lost control. Afterall, I am a sensitive person ( I cry everytime I watch Gone With the Wind). I've been working a little too hard (Its cool, man. Nothing I haven't been through before). Military involvement? Well, yeah. Like most of us, many of my closest peeps and family are either in Iraq, have a child in Iraq, or are on their way to Iraq. This reality we've dealt with and deal with together as a nation ran by people that aren't mking these sacrifices. But we deal, together.

Then, it hit me. The emptiness I felt this afternoon can only be realization that this---this horror--- is going to get worse. A deep seated intuitiveness that screams of future pain. I'm not just talking about the Bush Family massacre but the peak of all the shit we've put on the back burner since this country's conception. From the one-armed beggar on the L-Train to the red-necked Republican delegate asshole that told me he could buy and sell my ideals in his sleep, we are all going to pay for all the little mistakes we've made on the way. History has proven that all civilizations adhere to a timeline. America, the big bad land of freedom and democracy is no different than any other empire that learned to write and use tools. Like a 13 year old girl, we wanted to grow up too fast and took too many short cuts. Like Rome, we've prematurly hit a peak in our development. Like Rome, we too will fall. But the worse thing about this is, we are all going to pay.

When I was younger (like early 20's or something), I thought it would be awesome to have a Bibbi Jr. bouncing on my knee while little Malcolm and Frederick played ball in the field behind the farm. Today I questioned my right to continue the Bibbi genes. What would be the point?

When you get into a tight place and everything goes against you, till it seems as though you could not hang on a minute longer, never give up then, for that is just the place and time that the tide will turn. ---Harriet Beecher Stowe

State of the Union---the saga continues

Representatives of The Kingdom that Nobody Has Ever Heard of,

I do apologize for not regularly being your voice in the muck that is American cyberspace. All too frequently, work, the government, and the pursuit of a good lay delay a sister from getting in touch with the people. I hope in the coming weeks to give the people what they want. You will be pleased to hear I plan to add a "Reviews for the Cranky" section. Mall PO PO INC. will offer more contests in the coming months (again the people cheer).

So, relax. "...the truth is i never left you...whatever or something"!

The Tick (live action)

I watched all nine episodes of The Tick today. For the love of Puddy, man, watch them they are oh so funny.

Black Flags Afloat Once More

In my latest  news check on Thailand (I have a friend there now and I like to make myself worry), I discovered that pirates are taking over waters surrounding that region.  Other reports are coming in from Nigeria and the Philippines about our peg-legged bandits.  Perhaps swashbuckling will return to the high seas and the world will once again be filled with true adventure.  Or maybe everyone thought Johnny Depp looked extra manly in eyeliner...

Viva Las Vegas?

One of my favorite chick rockers was booed of a Las Vegas stage this week for giving praise to Michael Moore's "F9/11".  Linda Ronstadt called Moore a "great American patriot" and "someone who is spreading the truth" during a performance at the Aladdin venue on Saturday.  The drunks in the casino and the owner flipped out.  She was escrted off the premises. 
 
Michael Moore's response to the inccident was something I've been waiting for him to say since I saw the film.  "Invite her back and I'll join her in singing America the Beautiful on your stage," he said.
"Then I will show Fahrenheit 9/11 free of charge to all your guests and anyone else in Las Vegas who wants to see it."  Yeah!  Go get 'em, Mikey!

Now he's pushing it!

I hope you all read the papers today.  Our fearless leader, George W. Bush, is now implying our old pals Iran might have been involved in the Sept. 11th attacks.   
 
Here's the quote from bbcnews:
Bush said Iran, which he branded part of an "axis of evil" along with Iraq and North Korea, was "harboring al Qaeda leadership." But Bush said the case was not closed. "We will continue to look and see if the Iranians were involved... As to direct connections with Sept. 11, we're digging into the facts to determine if there was one," he said.
 
 If this man wins the election...well, lets just make sure he doesn't.  

I'm not sure what i'm going to do with this yet...

I ran across this old piece last night and I was wondering if you guys had any comments.



Meet me on 7th

I can see you all the way down the block. When you reach the toy store you finally see me, too. You smile and tilt your head (I love how you mimic the dog). Shoulders relaxing now, you stop and let me come to you.

I love the way you watch me.

A few seconds later, I’m in your arms and you’re bending to meet my face. I want you to hug me harder, but I know you will not. You think I’m fragile. You think we’re all fragile. I reach up and put my hand on your neck and pull you in. I am stronger than you. Our faces meet and now we’re ready.

The city swirls around us. People applaud while others jeer and I just can’t stop the burning in my cheeks. Our kisses erase hours of work and doubt and loneliness. I can’t help but think, as my tongue meets yours, that this is why all these people are in this wretched city. They’ve come to see us become lovers on their block.

I can see you all the way down the block. When you reach the toy store you finally see me, too. You smile and tilt your head (I love how you mimic the dog). Shoulders relaxing now, you stop and let me come to you.

“Hey, how’s it going?”

I give you a high five and pretend I’m not thinking how nice it would be if we all lived in my head.

KPF

Your Princess would like to take the opportunity to say that in 2 years nothing has been more fun in NYC than KPF. The mixture of karoke and poetry is so fraking cool. Yours truly got to sing "Wanted Dead or Alive". And for my first time on stage, I think i did pretty well. Kudos to Daniel Nester for being the sweetest host ever. If you kids ever see an ad for KPF in the future, please go. You will not regret it.

Ahhh, these new tricks...

Feel free to comment away people. Whole Lot O Puddin' is open to the public!

Sountrack to Freedom

I watched a great documentary the other day about the abolition of Apartheid. It concentrated on the power of song. I was trying to come up with some new music to lead our revolution this year. So far, all I could come up with is Patti Smith's "Ghandi" which still makes my body tingle. Got any good ideas?

Fahrenheit 9/11

Hey kiddies,

The new Michael Moore joint is set to drop on June 25th in the states. I think its rather appropriate to get the masses nice and wound up before the RNC. A thought, the last election proved theres very little we can do to stop evil from taking over the country. What new plans are being hatched to ensure a Republican victory?

Super Contest No. 1

Ever wonder what it would take to spend an entire day with a princess? Here's your chance!

From May 29th (that's right now!) until June 6th (a week from now), Whole Lot O' Puddin' is sponsoring a contest that can win you a date with Princess Bibbi! No lie, homie. You can hang out with the Princess for an entire day! Here's how:

In Haiku form, tell us what you would do to help the Princess change the world. Yep, that's it. That's all you have to do. No credit card charges, jousting, or first born promises. The winner will be personally selected by the High Priestess of Krack.

Get out your quills children! Submit your haiku as a comment to this post and cross your fingers.

Check this out

Go out right now and rent "Uncle Saddam".

Bush Haiku No. 1

Do you have blacks, too?
We order out of chaos.
What did he just say?

The Princess has been given a voice

Well, children of the corn, your faithful princess has been given a space to post her rants, blessings, and FYI spots. This should be fun.